Invisible Threads Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stripped of life, left in an abyss of despair, wanting
only to die and go on to another world, one in heavenly gardens.
Stepping carefully around trials left me, wondering what
I'm still doing here.
Lying down upon beds of satin and roses, feeling nothing
but the pain of life as it stills my mind and slowly
stops my heart from breathing.
Delicate balances tipping over, falling to depths of
sadness, not being able to be borne alone.
Wakefully trying to hold on to invisible threads, yet
I can only see darkness, hanging me with dread and silent grief - left to me a long time ago.